Spring, an Ardent Lover Then Spring, an ardent lover, leaped through leaves And caught the earth-bride in his eager clasp; His advent was a fire of irised hues, His arms were a circle of the arrival of joy. ||93.23|| His voice was a call to the Transcendent’s sphere Whose secret touch upon our mortal lives Keeps ever new the thrill that made the world, Remoulds an ancient sweetness to new shapes And guards intact unchanged by death and Time The answer of our hearts to Nature’s charm And keeps for ever new, yet still the same, The thr

Beauty in Art From a life of earth and flowers These petal-falls of poetry Wrought in dark and light-filled hours Offered as my soul to Thee. The four lines above were written in 1970 when poetry began to come to me. My birth name is Richard Eggenberger, born of a Swiss father and a Russian mother. The name given to me in 1972 by the Mother in the Sri Aurobindo Ashram, Pondicherry, is Narad, and I am mostly known by this name This is my first blog and I approach it not with trepidation but with a

Blog #6 - Dec. 21, 2014 The Hawk - Parts 5-7 plus "The Cycle of Healing" The Hawk – Part 5 She came again today. I was walking to the phone in the kitchen sound would to call Bharati in the Ashram. The moment she saw me she flew up to the window! Then , as if in an aerial ballet she whirled upward and flew to a nearby tree. I told Bharati more about my experiences with her. During the call I defrosted a chicken leg and after I said goodbye to Bharati I took the leg out of the microwave. I walked outside an

Blog #5 - Dec. 14, 2014 THE HAWK - Part 2-4 The Hawk – Part 2 Experience of March 20, 2005 She sits in the dogwood tree outside my window waiting for me to waken and come downstairs. She positions herself so that she can see me clearly but somehow I feel that she does this so than I cannot fail to see her. We are beginning to know each other and to bond in a way that is beyond the scope of words. Yesterday she waited silently for me to come out on the deck with the chicken leg. I came out and looked for her but did not

The Hawk Blog #4 - Dec. 7th, 2014 The conditions of a solitary bird are five: The first that it flies to the highest point; the second that it does not suffer for company, the third that it aims its beak to the skies; the fourth, that it does not have a definite color the fifth , that it sings very softly. San Juan de la Cruz, Dichos de Luz y Amor There is another poem by Antonio Machado, a poet that my beloved friend Tehmi Masalawalla admired. You can find a video of it on YouTube with a recitation so appropriate and music as

Blog #7 - Dec. 28, 2014 Juliette, the Swan Sonnet For a White Swan She befriended me, I so lacking in grace, Though out of her watery field she too, ungainly Mounted the dew-covered hill to receive my embrace. Approaching with snow-white breast bared willingly, Muttering low her sounds of deep content, As I held her close and ever so lightly stroked Her long and lithesome shape with her consent. A godlike dispensation here evoked, A joy forever in t